Monday, April 6, 2009


523. May 23rd. 2009. The end of the road. Goodbye western Mass, hello out on my ass. Ha, I mean... hello graduation from college! It seems like just yesterday I was leading my 7th grade spelling team into the championship... (stop laughing!!!) As the countdown is now in double digits, I have begun to wonder: What happens after May 23rd?

This summer I am going to "live the dream" one last time or something and be working in Newport again which is what I've loved most about my summers for the past 2 years. While most people who work there think I am nuts for loving my job so much, I don't see one reason why I shouldn't! Great co-workers, hilarious stress, strange birds coming in and out daily (sometimes LITERALLY birds...), and amazing nightlife that follows me punching out at the end of the day.

This past week I have been receiving phone calls from random numbers which I chose to let go to voicemail because I tend to give my number out at the bars WAY too often... I listened to my messages and remembered the 900 psych jobs I applied to on over the past month. I have gotten a few phone calls and emails from The May Institute which is an amazing opportunity. MI has locations all around Massachusetts and in other states as well... and pays for their employees to get their masters degree in psychology at select universities, one of which is Northeastern! While I feel that it would be a great decision to call Polina back at extension 217 immediately, am I really ready to jump into a career in the psych field and go to grad school ALREADY??? I'm still 21. I'm still an [occasionally] irresponsible drunken kid! Is there some point in every college kid with a bachelor's degree's life that they wake up and say, "OK! I'm ready to sit in an office for the rest of my life making the big bucks! Bring it on!" ???

In the fall do I stay at home and get some hotel or psych job or something and live with Mum and Dad and save up my money to later on buy a sweet new car, a sick pad in Beantown, and pay for grad school? Do I immediately move to Boston and get a job there and live on my own so I don't go crazy? Should I have ALREADY applied to grad school? Should I go immediately? What the hell man. Some days I wish I had a crystal ball...

1 comment:

Dana's Brain said...

I keep telling you. You should move into that little closet downstairs so you can watch my kids. And Miso.

No? One thing I will say - even if you don't end up going for it, you should ABSOLUTELY call the chick back from MI. Find out about it at the very least. Because sometimes, yes - people right out of college get jobs where they get the big bucks. And in this day and age, having opportunities to do that may be few and far between.

Okay - sorry to get all "Mom" on your ass. Just call the chick, please?

Also? You slay me.